Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.